THE LAST DYE TRANSFER PRINTER IN CAPTIVITY Sean O'Hagan's Observer (19/11/17) profile of the photographer William Eggleston and, further, recalling reviews of the National Portrait Gallery's recent exibition of Eggleston's work and the various references to his use of the dye transfer color printing process set me wondering: am I the last dye transfer technician in captivity who has never himself been an...
The Ship Inn - Porthleven Since there has been a Ship Inn overlooking Porthleven cove and harbour the tides have ebbed and flowed roughly (sometimes very roughly) a quarter-of-a-million times. Tradition dates the inn to the seventeenth century; documentary evidence takes its history back to the turn of the eighteenth. The land on which the house stands - along with much of that to...
The St. Ives & Queen's Hotels The coupling of these two hotels is the result of a study of the Index of Cornish Inns collated by the late Mr. H.L. Douch, author of the book Old Cornish Inns, and now held by the Courtney Library at the Royal Cornwall Institution, Truro, of which Mr. Douch was sometime-Secretary. In the relevant Index entry the two hotels...
The Cornish Hotels of New York City Part Two Research into the later life of the last two West Twenty-third Street incarnations of the Cornish Arms Hotel from 1914 until c.1973 yields evidence of the decline and the ultimate end of its distinctively Cornish character. From the opening of its final home at 311-315 West Twenty-third Street in 1926 the Cornish Arms, both under the...
THE NEW INNChurch Street - HelstonCirca 1750 - c. late 1920s "There are two main reasons for a pub to have this name. First, because it is a new pub, newer than others nearby. The other and more interesting source dates to the time of Queen Elizabeth I. That monarch travelled the land to demonstrate that peace and prosperity had arrived...
Major Wiley In a number of the posts on this website I have referred to those who have died as having "gone under the wire". I glommed this phrase from A.J. Liebling's friend and subject, J.A.S. Macdonald - a.k.a, Col. John R. Stingo, a.a.k.a., The Honest Rainmaker. It is a horse racing term meaning those who have passed the finishing line....
Four Old Verses & A Newer One Around Croke Park In a folding miasma of damp tweed, Sidling along muddy paths by Binn's Bridge: "Along the banks of the Royal Canal," Where the local lads have remembered The turf barges and the Guinness barges; Now it's bottles and slats and green offal That go through the slime and the weedy locks, To navigate down to the coal-black docks. By a...
The False Knight Mr. Hanevy had never liked his daughter, she having been a different class of hypocrite to himself. They had possessed nothing in common but her mother and his wife, and that maddeningly patient woman never managed to be any kind of hypocrite, although she lied a good deal during her life. He had been decently sorry when the...
A Peculiar People Maurice Job Scott Wyke ran a finger through the drying foam on the side of his glass and gazed up at the arc of wrought iron projecting between the double doors and grimy transom of a North London public bar. Heavy drapes had once hung there, enveloping drunks and people whose glasses had fogged up in the cold....
"On a quiet street where old ghosts meet...